The pinnacle of this disaster love story is a package he recently sent me, a very childish package. He called me names, inferred I was an idiot because I believe in climate change and those were the nice parts of the letter.
The most infuriating was he decided once again to explain to me how difficult it is for his wife to meet "the lie". How can a person refer to their own child as a "lie"?
Why is it that society sticks those of us conceived by black hearted cheaters get the life long labels? I am so sick of it, I'm not a lie?
Illegitimate, why we have forbidden every prehistoric dark age label. We don't use the N word, the R word is on its way out, we have respectable names for members of the LGBT community, we don't go around calling victims of human trafficking horrible names. But if you are conceived by a man who lies to your mother, who lies to his wife, who lies to the authorities and than lies to his other children and every soul he comes across, you still get the rotten label of illegitimate? A lie? A secret-love child? Or a bastard?
I don't think so, the only person who should be called a lie is a my father, yet he calls me a lie.
I made a post earlier saying I thought I loved my father, I'd like to retract that post at this time. My father is a horrible person who refers to his own child as a "lie". I hope I never see him again.
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